Imprint: Vintage
Published: 25/02/2016
ISBN: 9780099593973
Length: 272 Pages
Dimensions: 198mm x 17mm x 129mm
Weight: 191g
RRP: £9.99
‘I was born on 25th May, 1938, in the front bedroom of a house in Orton Road, a house on the outer edges of Raffles, a council estate. I was a lucky girl.’
So begins Margaret Forster’s journey through the houses she’s lived in, from that sparkling new council house, to her beloved London home of today. This is not a book about bricks and mortar though. This is a book about what houses are to us, the effect they have on the way we live our lives and the changing nature of our homes: from blacking grates and outside privies; to cities dominated by bedsits and lodgings; to the houses of today converted back into single dwellings. Finally, it is a gently insistent, personal inquiry into the meaning of home.
Imprint: Vintage
Published: 25/02/2016
ISBN: 9780099593973
Length: 272 Pages
Dimensions: 198mm x 17mm x 129mm
Weight: 191g
RRP: £9.99
I was truly moved by Margaret Forster's ingeniously structured and beautifully written memoir... A really wonderful book
A beautiful exploration of her life in relation to the homes she has made'
Such a clever idea. It's a memoir sited in bricks and mortar... social and personal history spliced together
Until its shocking, throat-catching end, this latest book is a deceptively simple trek evoking everywhere [Margaret Forster] has lived
Reads like one of Forster's well-loved novels: full of sharp observation and gentle wit
In both books and homes, we find wry humour and a great deal of poignancy
Like sitting down for tea with a highly intelligent woman and chatting, not so much about "a room of one's own" as "a home of one's own"... fascinating and touching
This is a lovely and touching evocation of what home means to one woman, and within this is a universality that many will connect with